Uh, yeah
This is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me?
Ow

People, gangstas, and pimps and people
Smokin that deeper reefer
Up in the club with speakers
Hi hats, and bass and tweeters
DJs is droppin' needles
Sweat 'til I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo, I'm on fire
People go 'head and drink up
Get in the club, get fucked up
See me, you got get lucked up
Someone to touch and rub up
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy, I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out
The music's bangin', way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music come on, you take my breath away

This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherfucking people
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down)
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down, down)
This is for my people, my party people (what? Uh)
This is for my people, my ecstasy people (huh?)
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down)
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down, uh)

I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you and lick your face
Meet me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ can you play this joint once more
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
Look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherfucking people
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down)
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down, get on down)
This is for my people, my party people (say what? Uh)
This is for my people, my ecstasy people (huh?)
Come on (come on), get down (get down)
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down)

Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that
Flip that, bring the beat back
Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Uno (uno), dos (dos), tres (tres)
Uno (uno), dos (dos), tres (tres)
Uno (uno), dos (dos), tres (tres)
Uno (uno), dos (dos), tres (tres)

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin'up my plans (uh)
All night, duckin' him while I'm tryin' to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth, please, like he got a fan
Can't stand when a bitch all on my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she want to fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Bouncer tried to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make the nigga run, uh

This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherfucking people
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down)
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down, down)
This is for my people, my party people (say what? Uh)
This is for my people, my ecstasy people (huh?)
Come on (come on), get down (get on down)
Come on (come on), get down (get, get on down, uh) Writer/s: Dante Nolan, Eve Jeffers, Melissa A. Elliott, Nisan Stewart
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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